Free Only in Vegas by Lindsey Brookes Page A

the fact that her jean skirt had worked its way up her thighs, thanks to all her wiggling on the bed, wasn’t helping matters one bit. 
    Trey averted his gaze from the temptation.  That’s what he got for putting dating on hold while he was trying to close this latest deal for Multi-Med.
    Angel rose up on her elbows to look at him, and then patted the bedspread beside her.  “Come on, Trey, try it out.  See how it feels.”
    He choked, his head snapping back around her direction.  “W...what?”
    “The mattress.  It’s not the least bit hard.”
    He sure as hell was.
    As if to prove her point, Angel bounced a few times, her breasts joining in beneath the clinging cotton of the turquoise tank she wore beneath her open jacket.  “Lots of spring.”
    And she wanted lessons on how to get a guy aroused?  Trey swallowed hard.  If she had this kind of effect without even trying, he could only imagine the power Angel would have over a guy when she knew what she was doing.
    Angelina Rossi was going to be a walking weapon and he had a sinking feeling that he was going to become the first casualty of her sexual seduction war.
    “I told you I don’t bite.  Come on.”  Angel scooted over to make room for him.
    He wasn’t afraid of her biting him.  Hell, he might even like it.  Trey gave himself a mental head slap.  What was he thinking?  He wasn’t into kinky stuff.  But looking at Angel lying there made him think it might not be too bad. 
    You’re losing control here, buddy.
    Trey forced aside the unwanted sexual thoughts, tossed his room key onto the night stand, and lowered himself onto the bed beside her.  She was right.  The bed was huge.  Together, they barely took up half of it.
    He stretched out with a sigh.  His six foot frame, though usually pushing the limit on his double bed back in Pittsburgh, had plenty of room now.  Trey made a mental note to make the master bedroom in the house he hoped to someday build big enough for a king-sized bed. 
    Angel rolled onto her side and smiled at him.  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
    Feels right was more the thought to come to mind as he lie there beside her.  Too right.
    Trey shot up, then pushed off the bed, springing to his feet.  “It’ll do.” 
    She sat up.  “You don’t like it?”
    He offered a casual shrug.  “A bed’s a bed.”
    “Maybe to you, but I’m picky about the beds I sleep in.”  She caught herself and managed a halfhearted grin.  “I guess in more ways than one.”
    “I’m glad,” he admitted.
    “What?”
    “That you’re not one of those women who have sex just for the sake of having sex.  It has to mean something to you first.”
    She sank back down onto the bed with a soft sigh.  “You know me so well.”
    He’d like to know her better.  Only with her lying there like that it wasn’t her mind he was wanting to better acquaint himself with.
    Trey made his way into the separate sitting area, needing to get back some of his composure.  What was wrong with him?  He’d never felt like this around Angel, like all his senses were working overtime.
    He was going into sensory overload.  Everything about her affected him.  The sound of her voice.  The sweet scent of her.  The feel of her touch as innocent as it may be.  The sight of her lying on that bed.
    “Trey?”
    He turned to find Angel standing in the archway, her expression not as bright as it had been a moment before.  It killed him to know he had caused that change.
    “Just checking out the sitting room,” he said, looking around.
    “Oh, I thought...  Well, I was afraid that maybe I had done something...”
    She had, but not in the way she thought.  She made him think of her in a way other than friendship and that scared the hell out of him. 
    Trey flashed his best smile, determined to put one back on her face.  “You’ve done something all right.”
    Pearly white teeth dug into her bottom lip.  “I knew it.  I—”
    “You’ve